Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 61: Jiyun Never Lets Go
The barrier that blocked perception dissipated, and the priest who easily dissolved into the air had long since faded from existence.

Although an angel or an omnic in the car could easily sense it, they still had to maintain some superficiality. Otherwise, it would be a provocation, but such matters were more appropriately left to the Red Angel.

Bonois paused in thought, his emotionless eyes meeting ScrewGum's again. "Mr. ScrewGum, we'll be arriving at the church soon. I wonder what kind of energy we need for the dinner?"

After receiving the call from ScrewGum, Bonova immediately contacted the personnel stationed at the church to prepare for the dinner.

"As for food, you can arrange it. I can also eat food from organic life forms." ScrewGum's answer was beyond Bonois's expectations. "Explanation: All I need is energy, and the source of energy is no different from yours. I won't give up the joy of eating for efficiency. Of course, I may need a little lubrication."

"So, what exactly is lubrication?" Bonois continued to ask.

ScrewGum pulled a bottle from thin air. The bottle was labeled in a language Bonois had never seen before: "This."

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Dragon Bar, underground black market.

Klein used his limited funds to purchase some of the materials he needed.

When I arrived at the entrance of the black market and was about to leave, I saw two people whose clothes were obviously different from those around them.

Old Neil in a black classical robe and Star in a white shirt, black skirt and black jacket.

Old Neil had always been like this, not caring what others thought. Xing, on the other hand, wasn't used to the clothing style here. He tried it for over a month at first, but he just couldn't get used to it.

As for whether her unusual attire would have any impact, she was a pioneer! The freest woman in the universe! She could do whatever she wanted! The fact that she wasn't at the rooftop Crescent Moon Heavenly Clash showed how high her character was!

Klein looked at Xing's clothes and wanted to say something but ultimately kept silent.

No, sister, salt is not salty anymore?

Some time ago, Xing often came to Luo Shan to play games. After a while, Xing became familiar with the people from the Blackthorn Security Company.

She hadn't considered keeping her identity as a pioneer a secret, and had simply introduced herself to them as an alien, less than a year old. However, due to her frequent ramblings, no one except Klein and the pensive Leonard was willing to believe her.

This once chilled Xing's heart. No one believed her even when she told the truth. This world was so malicious towards women like her. She was so angry and cold. When would women like her stand up again?

"Have you bought everything?" Old Neil, who brought Xing to see the black market, greeted with a smile.

"Yes." Klein casually chatted with Old Neil.

Entering the black market, Old Neil turned around and warned Xing: "Don't touch the things in other people's stalls when you go in."

Xing said there was no problem, the whole universe knew that she was a well-known girl with social anxiety.

Seeing that Old Neil and Xing were both there, Klein decided to just go shopping with them for a while and leave together afterward.

The three of them strolled around for a while, and Klein was hesitant to speak as he watched Xing and Old Neil seriously discuss the styles of the trash cans here.

Swain, the owner of the Dragon Bar, dressed in a naval officer's uniform, came in from outside. He approached the three people with a serious expression and said in a low voice, "Gentlemen, I need your help."

Xing suddenly perked up. He was indeed a great man. He could even encounter unexpected tasks while visiting a roadside stall.

"What happened?" Old Neil suddenly turned serious, and Klein couldn't help but feel nervous. Xing was the only one who appeared to be in high spirits.

"Do the mission, do the mission."

Swain, with messy brown hair and a strong smell of alcohol, glanced at the excited Xing and replied in a deep voice: "A member of the 'Manufactured Punishers' team has lost control nearby. We must...deal with him before he causes harm to ordinary people!"

The atmosphere was oppressive, with Xing the only one pointing rapidly at the air in front of them. Although startled by the loss of control, Klein couldn't help but take advantage of Old Neil and Swain discussing the mission details to approach Xing and quietly ask her what she was doing.

"I want to skip the dialogue and go straight into the story." Xing explained.

After Old Neil and Swain finished their conversation, Swain walked quickly towards the exit.

Without anyone noticing, a flash of purple fire passed by, and Klein quietly changed his shoes.

I can't quite keep up. It would be so embarrassing if I were left behind.

The three followed Swain across the road and into the real dock area.

Swain slowed his pace and pointed to a river freighter docked not far away, asking Old Neil and the others to help him influence and control the out-of-control individuals. He would handle the rest of the situation himself.

Although he had experienced many life-and-death battles, Klein was still a little nervous.

After all, it was Klein's first experience fighting against an out-of-control person.

Listening to the bang bang bang sounds of fighting above, Old Neil glanced at the slightly nervous Klein, handed Klein a talisman, and told him how to use it.

Then Old Neil wanted to give Xing one, but when he turned around, he found that Xing had disappeared.

Looking back, I saw Xing had rushed up without me noticing.

In his hand, Xing held a wooden stick he had picked up from nowhere, and he made a javelin-throwing gesture, hurling it violently while shouting, "Take my spear! [Strike the Clouds, I never let go]!"

The wooden stick wrapped in the fateful energy of [Destruction] pierced the out-of-control Beyonder and nailed him to the wall.

By this time, the Beyonder had long since lost control and transformed into a monster. It stood over 1.8 meters tall, clad in a shirt and trousers tattered beyond recognition. Dark green scales covered the exposed areas, and membranes grew between its hands and feet, resembling the webbed toes of aquatic animals. It had a wrinkled head, vaguely reminiscent of a human, and its scales were dripping with slime.

It was nailed to the wall and let out a shrill roar. The ordinary wooden stick was already unstable after being injected with destructive energy. When it struggled like this, it exploded directly in the monster's chest, creating a bloody hole in its chest.

The monster fell to the ground in pain, and white, blue and red electric currents traveled back and forth on its body.

Swain seized the opportunity and lunged forward, twisting his waist and swinging his arms, punching the monster on the head several times. The electric current in the monster seemed to be fixed on it, and even if Swain hit the current, it would not spread to Swain.

Before Klein could even cast the spell, he saw Swain leap high, his muscles bulging, and slamming down hard.

The monster's head was torn into pieces, dark red blood and grayish-white brain tissue were scattered all over the ground, accompanied by dark green mucus.

After confirming that the monster was dead, Swain took a deep breath, stood up straight, and stood there, staring deeply at the lifeless monster under his feet.

He took out a deflated metal wine bottle from somewhere, pulled off the lid, gulped down a small amount of it, then tilted the bottle mouth, aimed it at the monster, and poured all the remaining liquor on it.

After doing all this, Swain seemed to have suddenly become older, with his back hunched over a bit.

Klein and Old Neil stepped forward and stood behind Swain, silent. The atmosphere was heavy, so heavy that even the stars remained silent.

PS: Someone asked me why Serris didn’t come to rescue this out-of-control person?
I want to emphasize here that you should not assume that the protagonist is lawful good just because he is easygoing. He is chaotic neutral.

And he is the Masked Fool, not the Masked Nanny.

With so many people losing control every day, no one really expects the protagonist to fly through the sky and save people everywhere, right?

(End of this chapter)